Best Handkerchief Poems

The Handkerchief

I found your handkerchief today,
still folded in a square.
Inside a drawer put away,
as if you'd left it there.
 
I wrapped my hands around it tight,
then pressed it to my chest,
as tears began to cloud all sight,
my heart filled with unrest. 
 
I searched to...

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HANDFUL HANDKERCHIEF

I have a rainbow color of like this..
Few things which helps me to be at peace..
It is not that much valuable nor at lease..
Yet, it comes always to graze my hands and cheeks..

I like it with flower prints..
Or even my initials or my name...

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THE HANDKERCHIEF

heavy babushka
wrought with widow’s drawn out tears 
a brief lover’s note

6/28/2017
haiku form...

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The white statue rested above the dying woman's head,
A ray of light shone thinly onto the old talisman.
Carter watched silently at the old gaunt wrinkled woman.
He would be brave, prepare his last rites, 
For he knew her end was near.
She beckoned him to come near...

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Deeply   etched    crystal    doors
Stone arched mansion corridors
Family members country  estates 
Hounds skittering on marble slate
Clinging intoxicating rose perfume
Stirringly beautiful graceful redhead
Read invitation wide eyes little smile...

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HANDKERCHIEF

I gave you a handkerchief
As a token of  friendship
Without hesitation you accepted it 
 Not to wipe your tears of sadness.

It is  been said
If you accept  that kind of gift
She/He will make you cry
And make you a broken-hearted.

Dispel that superstitious belief
If you...

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A dark blue bandana from her back left pocket, 
Communicates an erotic ballet,
That she’ll be the male throughout the whole night,
The man is the role she will play,

And if he wears a little light blue in his left,
It’s his small suggestion, his tease,
That he wants...

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A piece of cloth for major of mass
Some take as a symbol of style
Many like to see it colourful and fun
Few carry to protect under the sun

A very petty non living creation by man
Yet addresses moments significant
Helps in ways to lessen deep distress
Being lifeless still...

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The  cloth aged
Likes the wrinkles of the face 
The colours of the embroideries faded
Likes the eyesight of an old woman 
The threads gone loose
Likes the screws 
Between planks of an olden hut
Only the stains of an old lipstick 
Still fresh in the heart
Of a...

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They had for him come in a cab:
Mister Sabinus for short, Sab, 
A guy with the gift of the gab
To receive wounds or the wounds grab...

If only he'd leave fast - A Crab!
He'd prevent what handkerchiefs dab,
His movements had often been drab,
For which reasons they...

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Each moment he had to grieve,
He would his chest widely heave
But while he did often walked
And sometimes easily talked!
Sorrow not the same as Chain:
Not what should halt Moving Train;

So, while crying use your brain
And tears you could dry with sleeve;
In a way would you relieve:
One...

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